Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 15: PiecesA wave of warmth followed the soft laughter as Riley placed another kiss on his cool skin. This one was higher up on the column of Spike's throat, sending delightful tingles through his entire body. The next was just below his ear, lips barely brushing the surface as that rich voice murmured. "Now about the naked thing..."
"Yeah?" Spike shuddered slightly, that single word catching in his throat. The tingles were getting stronger now, bordering on full-on shocks wherever Riley touched him. "What about it...?"
"Why aren't we?" Now a sharp nip on the ear lobe and one broad hand in the centre of Spike's chest, pushing him down onto the bed, right on top of the pile of velvet shirts. There was a wicked smile on the boy's lips and an unholy gleam in his eyes as Riley swept some of the clothes off the bed to the floor. He found one of Spike's nipples through his tight shirt and twisted it. That smile got broader and deeper; the gleam grew stronger when a whimper rose from his immortal lover's throat.
Nice to know his touch could affect Spike just as much as Spike's affected him.
Spike hooked his left leg over Riley's hip, pulling his boy even closer. His head rested against the plush velvet garments, platinum curls a stark contrast to the riot of colour. For a moment, he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself enough to speak while even more shocks rocketed through his slender frame. "Y'know... I can't think of a single bloody reason," he replied earnestly as he opened his eyes, favouring Riley with a slightly befuddled look.
"Me either. So what shall we do about it?" Another twist, another moan, blunt fingers trailing down the centre of Spike's chest, not stopping until they reached the top of his jeans. Riley kept smiling as he firmly cupped the erection that pressed against those tight jeans. His thumb rubbed over the head, again and again and again...
"Ohh, Jesus..." Spike writhed on the bed, hips grinding of their own accord, eyes pinched tightly closed as he bit his lower lip. All coherence and sense and logic had just flown right away from him at that intimate touch. "Uhmm... something...?" He volunteered vaguely, sounding far too like the poncey git he'd been while human.
"Like what?" His sense of humour had returned with a vengeance. Watching Spike fall apart was fun - always had been fun. Part of the reason why Riley enjoyed baiting him before they were lovers was to watch him unravel. The vampire always reacted so well, all full of puff and bravado and *now*...?
Now it was so much more intriguing.
There were unexpected depths in Spike, a softness that Riley Finn would never have suspected. Case in point, when Riley had passed out from a combination of far too much sex and blood loss, Spike made dinner for him. Then bought him clothes just for the sheer pleasure of giving a gift. Spike was so much more than one would expect and Riley was going to enjoy discovering everything he could about him.
Spike opened his eyes and met the boy's steady gaze, noting a peculiar combination of challenge and amusement twinkling in those rich hazel depths. His hands strayed down to the fly on his own jeans to attack the buttons. Each of them made a soft popping sound caused by the haste with which Spike performed the task.
His cock slipped free of the denim and brushed against the heel of Riley's hand, dragging low groans from the both of them. Midnight dark eyes met Riley's own again, bold and unafraid, as his tongue snuck out and wet his lips. "Touch me," Spike murmured.
Instant compliance from the boy. Warm fingers curling around him. Strong, hard strokes. That dimpled smile getting even deeper as a pink tongue peeked out to dampen his bottom lip, a mirror of his lover's earlier movement. Riley's thumb rubbed up and over the head of his lover's cock, spreading cool slickness while Spike moaned deep in his chest. His lad might not be a complete expert at blowjobs yet but he was really, *really* good with his hands.
Too far away, too bleedin' far away for his taste. "C'mere," Spike growled as he grasped fistfuls of the front of Riley's shirt and pulled the boy down. Down onto the bed. Down until they were on the same level. Down where he could reach him.
Riley settled next to Spike, his right hand maintaining a sure rhythm while his head cocked to one side so he could watch. Another moan and Spike looped his arm around Riley's neck, drawing him even closer. Lips and tongues tangled together in slow, thorough kisses as the vampire bucked his hips up into Riley's fist.
Lost again. Nothing had meaning outside of this room, outside of the tight circle within which they were bound by need, by passion and by motion. The assault on Riley's senses had begun again. All of the barriers that arose when Spike confessed about his varied sexual partners were blown away.
*That was the past*.
And this?
This was *now*.
This was mouths seeking one another blindly in ever-deepening kisses. Cool hands finding their way under his clothes. Equally cool fingers releasing his cock from the confines of painfully tight jeans and stroking out the exact same rhythm. With a deft, sure touch, those knowing hands caressed him, teased him, took him places he'd never been.
Riley shuddered in delight.
Surrendered himself to the moment.
Spike flicked his tongue over Riley's lips lightly, nipped at the lower one before his tongue drove into the boy's mouth once more. All the while, his left hand fondled and pumped Riley's cock. His human lover seemed possessed by some strange, insistent hunger. A ravenous one.
One Spike had never witnessed in him before.
It dawned on him then, as Riley bent his head and nibbled at one nipple through his shirt... what was happening. Up until that moment, Spike had always been the one to initiate the more intimate physical contact between them while Riley had been content to follow his lead. For the most part anyway.
But suddenly Riley was aggressive, more sure of himself. Perhaps it came from the boy becoming increasingly familiar with Spike. With *his* wants, *his* reactions, instead of using some past lover as a yardstick on how to behave. Or once the vows and trinkets of affection were exchanged - when he was sure of his place in Spike's heart - then he could be free like this.
Ready to fly...
No matter what the cause, he couldn't help but appreciate this newfound exuberance.
Riley finally found his voice again as he lifted his head a little away from Spike's chest. "Clothes off, Will. Now!" Words spoken with supreme confidence, in a tone that brooked no argument. This Riley Finn was used to giving orders and used to being obeyed.
Without question.
Without hesitation.
Not waiting for Spike to respond, Riley levered himself up, pulling his own shirt over his head with one hand. A wealth of bronzed skin was revealed by that action, smooth muscles rippled and the silver chain caught for a moment on his chin before dropping back onto his chest. Corn silk hair tousled, eyes shifting into darkness and a broad smile on his lips, Riley recaptured Spike's cock in his hand.
And set a pace with that tight grip that would have sent a human over the edge in ten seconds flat. Hard and fast with expert twists that spoke of years of practice.
Throwing his head back, Spike moaned loudly and caught Riley's hand by the wrist. "Jesus Christ almighty... wait!" If there was one thing he never thought he'd say it would have been this. Asking Riley to slow down in order for *him* to catch up. The sense of losing control of this situation was back, full bore.
Since when had he given that up?
Oh, *right*.
When he fell in love.
He was love's bitch, after all... and damned proud of it.
Spike yanked his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. He didn't bother to see where it landed as he raked black-tipped nails down Riley's chest, grazing over hardening nipples and leaving score marks on his lover's honey-gold skin. The boy's only reaction to that hurt was a hiss of in-drawn breath and a flash of something wild in his eyes.
Next went the boots, landing with solid thumps against the far wall as Spike toed them off. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, he arched his hips up to push them down. As soon as they reached the tops of his thighs, Riley swooped down on him again.
The boy scrambled off the bed, his knees hitting the floor so hard Spike winced in sympathy. But Riley didn't even notice, merely curved his fingers around the worn waistband and stared into the vampire's bemused face. Without further preamble, he yanked the denims down with such force that Spike was nearly dragged clear off of the mattress.
Riley threw the offending garment over his shoulder and his smile grew broader. The wild gleam in his eyes drew Spike in like a moth to the flame. This sort of passion he hadn't seen in years. It fascinated him and frightened him at the same time.
Christ, what had gotten *into* this kid?!
A small sound of delight escaped Riley as he admired his lover's lean frame. There was a lot to be said for how damned *good* Spike looked. Perfect in fact. He knew he was acting like a horny teenager but he couldn't seem to get enough. Any virginal shyness was long gone; especially considering the sheer number of times the two of them had done this.
Had it only been two nights since that storm?
Only 48 hours since he'd dropped to his knees in that cold crypt and taken his first plunge into this divine madness? How had he managed to live this long without knowing he could want another man this much? That he would *need* another man, need him more than food or sleep or air...
"Want you, Will. Want you right now." Soft-hard kisses over one knee and up the inside of a pale thigh, leaving a tendril of heat in his wake. Inexorable in his pursuit, Riley moved ever closer to his goal. His mouth watered at the very thought of how Spike would taste. Memory wasn't good enough, not now.
Body riddled with shivers, Spike let out a soft, throaty moan as he felt those warm lips dancing over his skin. "Fuck's sake...What's got into you all of the sudden?" he gasped out. Not that he minded this more assertive side of his lover -- he didn't mind it in the slightest - he was just curious as to what brought it on.
The more he knew about his lad, the better.
Riley didn't have an answer to that question. Not a logical one anyway.
He thought about it for a moment and finally shrugged, "Not sure. You're a fire in my blood, Will. Can't seem to go even five minutes without having to touch you." The hand was back, stroking Spike's cock as Riley tilted his head, staring up at his lover from where he was kneeling on the floor. "Without wanting to taste you."
His mouth descended, enveloping Spike in its all too human, searing heat. There was a pulse surrounding the vampire's entire length, reminding him of the boy's mortality and it finally dawned on Spike. What was really going on here.
Riley Finn knew that, unlike his lover, his days on this earth were numbered and he was obviously determined to make the most of them. Hence, the unrestrained passion. The headlong rush to spend as much time as possible intimately entwined with a creature that had once been his worst enemy.
The aggression was natural and very, very male but it carried such a desperate edge. And there was no need for it.
No need at all.
"Riley..." he moaned weakly and tipped his head forward, watching as his lad worked. Mouth so sinfully soft and open, movements frantic in the head-long rush to take him as deep as possible, silken fine hair falling in across his forehead and brushing against Spike's own skin as Riley bobbed up and down over his cock. Mortality and fear and need all rolled into this single act.
He couldn't take much more of this. Spike wanted to make it last, if for nothing else, then for Riley's sake. To teach him that there was no need to rush, to make him see that he wasn't goin' anywhere, that they had nothing *but* time.
"Riley," he said again, tugging ever so gently at the boy's hair to get his attention.
"Hmmm....yeah? What's wrong?" Riley lifted his head, lips glistening, and his eyes slightly out of focus. Puzzled by the cautionary tone in his companion's voice, he sat back on his heels. Another man might have looked ridiculous with his jeans riding low on his hips and hard cock exposed, but not this one. Ridiculous was not a word Spike would have used to describe his lad.
Not in any position.
Spike looked down at Riley and stifled a groan at the sight of him. Lips slightly swollen, wet with saliva and precome, hair hopelessly tousled. He was a mess... and so fucking beautiful. "Get up here... please?" He could only hope that in his near-frenzy, Riley would hear the request and take it for what it was.
The glazed look cleared away in an instant. Riley obeyed, stopping just long enough to shed the rest of his clothes. He lay down on the bed, shoving a pile of silk and leather to the floor as he stretched out beside Spike. There was concern reflected in the hazel depths of his eyes and not a little bit of worry. "Did... did I do something wrong, Will?"
The hesitancy was back, as well as a few of the earlier shadows of doubt.
How quickly he could change.
An overpowering surge of anger boiled through Spike's silent veins as he witnessed the transformation. **From confident to incompetent in two seconds flat...S'not right, not right at all -- not the way he should behave, not as sharp as he is...and *Christ*, that body. All *her* fault, all her bloody fault. Right fuckin' ball-buster, she is. Five minutes without my chip, just five minutes...** The Slayer had a lot to answer for where Riley was concerned.
Nothing he could do but try to heal the damage she'd left in her wake.
Quick to reassure his young lover, Spike cupped his cheek, savouring its warmth. "No, no, no... no, not at all. You didn't do anything wrong, baby... Matter of fact, you were doin' everything very right..." he offered Riley a small, wry grin. "But don't forget, as much as you wanna touch me... I wanna touch you just as much... but I can't do that if you're down on the floor."
"I can see how that might make things difficult." A slow nod as Riley mulled over what his lover just said and tried to work out how to meet both of their needs. Despite his reading and recent practice, he was too green to come up with a quick solution. "Still new to all this, Will. Show me what to do."
Spike smiled and pressed a kiss to his lover's firm, moist lips, tasting himself there. He delighted in the combination of sweet humanity entwined with his own distinctive flavour. It was better than cigarettes and a thousand times more addictive. "Gladly. Now, for what I've got in mind, you're gonna need to be either flat on your back or on your side. Whichever one is the most comfortable for you."
"What do you have in mind?" Riley stayed on his side, propping his head up with one hand as he gazed curiously at Spike. He was a little confused but willing to go along with whatever the vampire wanted to do. After all, the last thing Spike had suggested ended up being earth shattering for him. A shiver ran through the young man as the memory replayed in his head, coming three times without even a breather.
Had that really happened? Had that really been him, doing those things?
Spike ran the flat of his hand up Riley's thigh, smiling slyly. "Ever heard the term '69' before...?" He arched a dark eyebrow expectantly. Waited for the pieces to click together and he was delighted at how they did.
The first response was a puzzled frown, as Riley blurted out, "Guys can do that...? Okay, *that* sounded really naive, didn't it?" While Spike continued to wait, his human lover played out the parameters and logistics of the suggested position. He almost snickered as he imagined the diagram being laid out in Riley's head.
Slot A into tab B -- reverse and repeat -- result: big O.
After a moment or two, Riley's eyes widened and Spike could hear his heart start to race as the feasibility study was completed. "Sounds good to me."
With a slow, beguiling smile, Spike rolled over onto his left side facing Riley. He propped his head up on his hand, by Riley's feet. The boy's toes curled anxiously as he looked down the length of his own body and met Spike's dark gaze. "Might wanna consider scootin' down a bit, first... unless you get off on havin' your toes sucked. You're too bloody tall..."
His sense of humour resurfaced and Riley chuckled, "Not my fault that you're still experimenting with shortness, Will... but I'll move." He slid down the bed, displacing the last of the empty bags. Once in place, he nuzzled Spike's thigh, rubbing one cheek along pale, cool flesh as he waited for the next step.
Feeling electricity go skittering up and down his spine at the gentle touch, Spike gladly let the crack about his height slide... Well. Almost. He'd make the boy pay for it. Later. With a slow duck of his head, he leaned forward. It was worth stretching out the time when his lover went breathless with anticipation, like prey waiting for the final bite.
Slow, so slow, he opened his mouth and captured the head of Riley's cock. The held breath hissed between them, being lost immediately as Spike sucked hard. His cheekbones became more pronounced, hollowing out as he sucked his lover straight to hell, up to heaven and back again.
"Oh my god...." Riley's whole body went rigid as a wave of unbelievable pleasure washed over him. Cool lips, cool mouth, cool tongue. Enveloping him, dragging him in, and drowning everything but the need to be right where he was.
Why had he ever thought heat was necessary?
That without it sex was not possible?
Wrong again...
Somehow he mirrored his lover's movements, pulled him deep into his own mouth, encased Spike in overwhelming and consummate heat. Bathed him in the fire of mortality. Allowed the unchanging creature who shared his bed to be once again held in the embrace of chaos and creation.
The sensation of moist, tight heat was like a homecoming. No matter how many times he felt it, it would never be enough. Never enough to drive away the chill that settled into his ones over a century ago. Spike moaned around Riley's cock, shivering with the force of his reaction. He nestled himself closer to that living body even as he took Riley down to the root. Ever cool hands smoothed over warm calves and thighs as he did so, soaking up more mortal heat.
Much to Riley's surprise the position actually worked. He'd tried it with Buffy before but she was too short for either of them to be comfortable. That experiment resulted in both of them having sore necks. But with Spike, everything fit together perfectly. And the angle he could reach, Riley could have sworn it was deeper than ever before.
Plus there was the added joy of being able to give and receive pleasure at the same time.
Sex didn't get any better than this.
Spike nibbled up and down the length of Riley's cock, savouring the taste and the weight of it against his lips. He paused to lap at the glistening tip as Riley, in turn, took his deeply into that warm throat and wrenched another long groan from him. Drawing the head into his mouth once more, Spike suckled greedily, the taste of the precome hitting the back of his throat. Rich and strong and salty as he swallowed around its solid width.
Low moans and the shifting of bodies marked the passage of time as each became lost in the other. Hands followed mouths, gentle nips interspersed with long, hard sucks. Riley was perfectly content to spend the rest of the night so pleasantly engaged. His busy life never allowed for such a delightful use or misuse of time. But his relationship with Spike was teaching him time was a relative thing and whatever was worth
doing was worth doing well...No matter how long it took.
The creak of the bed-frame matched the slow, steady rocking of their hips. Two sleek, sculpted bodies thrust into and against each other as each strove to draw another moan or sigh or whimper from their lover. Spike let Riley's cock slip from his mouth, ignoring the muffled sound of deprivation from the boy whose mouth was too full to make any other protest. He ran the flat of his tongue slowly along the slick underside and traced the thick vein that ran the length of it. A secretive smile curved across his face as a shudder raked over Riley's entire body.
Probably the only complaint Riley had about this position was the fact neither of them could talk. But the sounds were enough for him, the sounds and the knowledge of how much pleasure he was giving... and receiving. The horrible emptiness that had been inside his soul for months was easing.
One of his hands found its way down to his throat where he toyed with the chain that hung there. The weight of that little token was nothing but what it signified was immense and very, very welcome in his life. It meant that he, Riley Finn, was loved. That he was wanted. And, yes, that he was needed.
Those three things made his existence worthwhile.
They would make any existence, no matter how pathetic, worthwhile.
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Spike had done a great many things in his life -- some of them naughty, some of them verging on the perverse, but rarely had he ever done anything that had even the slightest hint of innocence in it. But this, this was innocence... Simple, pure, uncomplicated and real. Touching the man he loved, pleasuring him, being pleasured by him for no other reason than he, than *they*, wanted to -- and Spike wanted it more than he'd wanted almost anything in his unlife.
He'd done a lot of bad things, plenty of truly wicked things in his time. Spike had been a damned good villain and somehow managed to come out of it undusted, if not unscarred. But Riley was the furthest possible extreme for him to have ever even considered, let alone willingly, purposefully and, by God, knowingly, thrown himself towards.
Riley was a white hat and Spike was a professional bad ass.
The Big Bad and G.I. Joe.
At first glance, they were a most unlikely pair, a match made in hell. But, if one gave it some thought, the realization would come that the two of them had always had more in common than the sharply barbed animosity they felt towards each other.
Spike strayed far from the path of his former human life, had fallen so far from grace that his eternal damnation was assured. Even so, holding Riley in his arms, he was damned glad he had taken that path despite all its twists and bends. And all the terrors along the way; his sire foremost among them.
For, had it not been for Angelus, he wouldn't have lived long enough to even see this precious boy's birth. He wouldn't have ever met him, face-to-face, as he was today. Riley Finn was a fine man, the kind of man that Spike knew he, himself, could never be... and that was all right.
Riley was good enough for the both of them.
---
One cool finger stroking down the crease of his ass woke Riley from his languorous musings about existence and being. It reminded him where he was and what he was doing. A slight shift of his legs opened up the playing field a little more and the finger was back. Taunting. Teasing. Adding one more trickle of sensation to create an overwhelming flood.
He followed that gentle lead, pausing to ponder how to reciprocate. The nightstand drawer was too far away and Riley didn't want to stop long enough to scrabble through it for the necessities. **Note to self, keep some under your pillow, Finn.**
So, back to the basics.
Despite his lover's muffled protest, Riley pulled away long enough to dampen his own fingers. This felt so good, the last thing he wanted to do was cause pain. He took it slow, making sure that those fingers were thoroughly covered. Once satisfied with his effort, he went back to his leisurely suckling and was rewarded by the return of his lover's soft purr. Reaching and pressing in the right spot, the result was an even louder purr and a slow push back.
Smiling again at how quickly Riley caught onto things, Spike thrummed happily. He thrust slowly into that warm mouth, shivering at how good it felt. Then impaled himself on the boy's hand as his hips drew back. He stroked one of his own fingers deeply into Riley, wringing another long, muffled groan from him.
Releasing his own mouthful, Spike nuzzled Riley's balls. His cool tongue tickled and teased along the delicate skin. With infinite patience, he traced the various creases, learning all the secret places. Memorizing them. And still, his hands moved. His right - palmed that nicely rounded ass with one finger sliding into such lovely heat. His left - stroked along the silken length of his lover's heavy cock.
Pulling away just enough so he could place a soft kiss on a stomach most marines would kill to have, Riley finally spoke. His tone was husky; throat a little raw for unaccustomed use and nothing had ever sounded quite so enticing to Spike before, "Will... give me more... please?"Request made, request happily granted.
Although at a pace of his choosing, thank you very much.
Spike parted his lips and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on Riley's hip before withdrawing his finger. While his lover trembled and waited, Spike slipped his middle finger into his mouth, wetting it liberally before carefully sliding both fingers inside Riley. The ecstatic groan and Riley's slow push backward until his ass rested against Spike's palm was thing of beauty to behold. So graceful, so accepting and so open...
To keep himself in check, Spike nuzzled the patch of skin that he'd kissed and kissed it again. He sucked hard on the tender flesh, intent on leaving a mark. A mark that only he and Riley would know about. One the boy would see later and possibly touch; his fingers brushing over it as the memory of how he received it sent him right back to this place...
To this *perfection*.
Unable to control himself, Riley thrashed a little as Spike found one of his few ticklish spots. The hard pressure of his lover's cool mouth on his skin sent electrical charges through his whole body. That sensation, the knowledge Spike was making his mark in such an intimate place, all of that combined with the feeling of fullness was almost enough to send him over the edge.
Taking a deep breath, Riley nuzzled along Spike's hip and found a spot of his own. He drew the skin past his lips and pulled hard, intent on leaving his own mark. Not as permanent as the one Spike had left on his neck but a mark nonetheless. All the while, his hands kept moving, one cupped against the pale curve of Spike's ass as his thick finger slid in and out of all that glorious tightness. The other glided up and over, pumping Spike's cock and drawing out marvellous sounds of encouragement from his immortal companion.
Satisfied the bruise was deep enough, Spike captured Riley's cock once more. With calculated skill, he let his tongue graze the delicious, searing hardness as it slid into his mouth. Deeper and deeper still, until, finally, his nose brushed the tiny, coarse hairs at the crux of Riley's thighs.
Spike pumped his two fingers hard and fast into the boy. Curled them ever so slightly to brush the collection of hypersensitive nerve-endings buried deep within. He wanted -- no, he needed to hear the sounds as Riley spiralled off into orgasm.
His entire body was a single overwhelming ache as he felt the boy inside him, around him. Felt Riley marking him as he had marked Riley... That moist heat lapping at his pale skin, drawing borrowed blood -- which was now mostly Riley's, ironically enough -- to the surface. Oh, it hurt, hurt to hold back, to wait for his lover to *break* for him.
"Ohhh fuck...Will...*God*..." Monosyllabic at this point, unable to do much beyond forcing those few words out, Riley's whole body shook. Close to coming, so close he hovered on the very edge of pain. One more thing. One more sensation. Even something as simple as the touch of a hand on his hair or the sensitive nape of his neck would be enough.
But he couldn't verbalize that need, his mouth refused to work. All he could do was whimper. And pray that his ever-attentive lover would be able to read the signals and give him the release his body craved. Trapped in the silence of his head, Riley closed his eyes and trembled. **Please, oh god, please... help me...**
Sensing that the boy was close, Spike replaced his mouth with his right hand, twisting his wrist on every up-stroke. He continued to stroke the fingers of his left in and out, in and out, curling and twisting and reaching for that spot. The one that made the cock in his hand jump and Riley whimper even more.
Narrowing his eyes, Spike redoubled the pace of his thrusting even as his tongue crept out and lightly lapped at a soft spot on Riley's upper thigh. The boy was strung taut between his hands, hanging breathless when finally he nipped that precious spot hard and scored it with still human teeth.
That did it. As always the feel of Spike's teeth sent him flying, sent him careening into ecstasy. Riley cried out, his head thrown back. The silence of the room inexorably shattered by the sounds of his climax. "*Sweet Christ*... Willllll..."
Strong fingers tightened around Spike's cock as the first spasm rolled through. Warm semen hit the Spike's hand first, spilling out across Riley's hip and onto the sheets. A few droplets landed on a velvet shirt that managed to remain on the bed but otherwise the flood was contained.
Spike let out a soft grunt as Riley's fingers clenched around him. Thankfully, the boy had enough control left not to crush any delicate parts of his anatomy. He pressed his forehead against Riley's hip, hand gently milking out the last of that powerful orgasm. In silent triumph, Spike lifted his head and smoothed his tongue over the bruise that now decorated that same hip. He licked at it slowly, a sort of calming gesture, as Riley's body bucked and twisted on the bed beside him.
Lord, when his lover came, it was a sight to behold...
Once the shudders finally faded, Riley rubbed his face against Spike's hip and mumbled a faint, "Thank you...." But before Spike could respond in kind, Riley returned to his original task. Trying to remember everything he'd read the day before, he made love to Spike's cock with his mouth. His entire concentration focused on bringing his lover to the same point of release he'd already found.
With a throaty moan, Spike draped himself over the lower half of Riley's body. He pillowed his head on Riley's thigh, content to close his eyes as his eager lad sucked and licked and mouthed with a renewed sense of purpose. So rapt, so ready to please...How in the name of the Nine Hells had the Slayer been so foolish as to let this one slip through her fingers?
No matter. She'd lost him and, ever-resourceful vamp that he was, Spike had scavenged this gem right out from under her upturned nose. Snatched him out from underneath the heels of her pricey little boots and he was never letting go.
Knowing that hearing was as much a part of the experience as the rest of the senses, Spike allowed all of the sounds Riley coaxed out of him to fall freely from his lips. They ranged from harsh hissing gasps to low, guttural noises, almost like those an animal would make. Nuzzling Riley's thigh, Spike rocked his hips up into that slick, all-consuming heat. More than happy to let Riley steer for a while.
The boy was slowly but surely moving to the head of the class. Mouth like warm honey, so careful with his teeth, hands moving with infinite patience. Anything that brought about a sigh or a purr or a shiver was repeated, changed subtly until it was mastered, before Riley moved on. From what little Spike knew of him, it seemed Riley approached everything this way. Did everything whole-heartedly, throwing himself into whatever needed to be done and going the extra mile to make sure it was done right.
But putting all that aside, what really set this apart was the simple fact that Riley loved him. Without reservation, holding nothing back, no hidden agenda. And that, more than burgeoning skill, more than the rich taste of Riley's blood or the rest of his charms, *that* was what made Spike want *this* so desperately.
Riley Finn loved him.
He would do anything to keep that love.
*Anything*.
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At some point, Riley added another finger, stretching and reaching for the self-same spot deep inside Spike. Might as well put to use the things he'd learned in this bed, in this man's arms. He knew when he hit it, for Spike stiffened against him and a deep, contented purr filled the room. The whole bed vibrated with sound as he stroked deeper and deeper and opened his throat to Spike's involuntary thrusts.
He truly enjoyed the noises he wrung out of Spike, especially the purr. It let Riley know in no uncertain terms when he did something right. And he was apparently doing *everything* right.
Resting his forehead against Riley's thigh, Spike waged a silent war with himself. As lovely as all this was, he needed something more. His mouth and lips and ohhh, his tongue, felt fucking incredible, but still, there was the emptiness, the need to feel the solid thrum of a heartbeat deep within. "Riley," he said, his tremulous voice just this side of a whisper.
The boy slowed, obviously listening but not willing to give up his delightful mouthful. A questioning noise managed to escape from within; making its way past lips firmly sealed around his lover's cock, "Hmmmm?"
Another vibration added to the sensual overload that already had Spike hovering on the edge.
Spike groaned at the sensation of Riley's hum radiating up through his cock. It emanated throughout his entire body, as though he were some kind of giant tuning fork. He took several deep, unneeded breaths to calm himself. Breaths which did nothing to still the trembling that had overtaken his slender frame. Nor did they clear away the need that gripped him so tightly, so painfully.
"Please," Spike said at last, when he felt quite certain his voice wouldn't crack on him, "Need you in me..." Let the boy understand, let him just know how important it was. To borrow his mortality for another brief span of time, to feel alive again in the only way that he could. The only way his chip allowed.
**Hard again. Christ, how does he do that? I've just come like gangbusters and I'm ready to go again... Should be impossible, not sixteen anymore. I'm not gonna last the week...** Releasing his prize, Riley took a deep breath and swallowed heavily. He pulled back, his own voice quiet and urgent as he whispered. "Okay. I can do that..."
The young man rolled over onto his back, newly hard cock lying along his stomach as he removed his fingers. He'd seen a position in one of the books, one that he'd done many times with a girl but this would be the first time with a guy. It would allow Spike the control he usually demanded and still let Riley watch his lover come.
No booming tones tonight; Riley didn't need them to be understood. The same soft voice called out to Spike, gentle and soothing with its simple request, "Ride me."
Feeling almost painfully empty, Spike's hunger was what finally got him moving. It drew him up slowly on his hands and knees. He looked for all the world as though he might just collapse, his body trembled so. Turning on the mattress, he crawled across the bed towards Riley and almost stopped in awe. His lover lay there, spread out like a banquet; the very sight made his fangs ache. The purpling bruise on Riley's hip filled Spike with an odd kind of satisfaction as he drew closer. That, the chain around his neck and the bite nestled low in the hollow of his collarbone. His, marked for all the world to see.
He lifted his left leg, swung it up and over Riley's body and straddled the boy's hips. Movements so deliberate, the aching need in him so strong that it felt like nothing but exquisite pain. Spike gazed down at Riley with glazed, half-lidded indigo eyes as he planted both hands flat on the broad, tanned chest to steady himself. A whimper wound its way out of his throat as he prepared for the reclamation of humanity lost.
As he watched Spike, watched his uncertain approach, Riley felt the strange shift of power that marked the earliest parts of their relationship. His lover was weakened, ceding control to him. He needed Riley to take over and relieve him of the burden of leadership.
The aggressiveness that marked Riley's behaviour earlier returned in full force as the suppressed alpha male in him rose in response to the pack leader's hesitancy. With a surprisingly casual brutality, Riley reached up with one hand and wrapped it around the sensitive nape of his lover's neck. A hard pull drew Spike down for a deep kiss, one that bruised his lips and left him aching. Not for more, just *aching*.
When their mouths parted, Spike looked down at Riley and found himself in bed with someone he'd hoped never to see again. Hazel eyes heavy-lidded and dangerous, jaw set, the heavy muscle jumping with barely contained aggression. This man Spike had met far too many times; the one who backed up his requests with hard blows, the one who could snap his bones without a second thought... and had, many times over.
Not his lover, this was his enemy.
So much like Angelus that it made him want to scream.
And the horrible familiarity was sustained when Riley chose to speak again. A shiver of pure fear shot down Spike's spine as Riley ordered, in a tone far too similar to his sire's and using his sire's exact words, "Sit on my cock, *lover*..."
What colour there had been in Spike's already deathly pale complexion drained away almost immediately. Those words, spoken in that voice, like roughened velvet. Words from a nightmare a century old. "I --" he shook his head woodenly, unable to get the words out. "I --"
The fear registered immediately. It brought Riley sharply into focus, making him wonder what the hell just happened. One minute, his lover was looking down at him with nothing but desire in his eyes and the next... he was pale and shaking like a leaf. Spike was clearly terrified by something he must have done or said. Riley cleared his throat, speaking in as soothing a voice he could manage under the circumstances. "Will... what's wrong?"
And even that tone did not help, for the wild look in the vampire's eyes only got worse. Riley was at a momentary loss, trying to find something that would snap him out of it. "Will?" Spike stiffened again, his head bowed, fingers curled in claws, lips pulled back in a frightened snarl. "William... Spike... Spike, what's wrong?"
"Why..." The single word was threaded through with such agony and fear, Riley could barely stand it. He had to fix this, had to make it go away. Spike's voice was panicked, rough in its very intensity. "Why did you say that...? Why did you say it *like that*...? Why?!"
And the light dawned as another piece of the puzzle fell horribly into place.
This was all too familiar to Riley, he'd seen too many times before. Never with a man but the symptoms were still the same. During his entire junior year, he worked in the University student crisis centre. Riley had seen enough rape victims to recognize one. The hollow-eyed look, the rigid posture screamed victim. And seeing that look on his lover's face made it doubly hard.
"God, whoever did this to you is so damned dead, Will...." Riley sat up, pulling Spike's rigid and resisting body in as close as he could. Tried to comfort him with his warmth, his strength and the sheer ferocity of what he felt towards his lover's rapist. "Tell me who he was, please, Will. Tell me..."
**Warm, not cold. Warm, not cold. Not him, not him not him.** Eyes screwed tightly shut, Spike's entire body remained tensed, no matter how gently Riley held him. "Doesn't matter..." Oh, but he'd said that so many times. So many times that he'd almost convinced himself that it really didn't matter. A single tear crept out from beneath his eyelids, trickling slowly down his left cheek.
"Doesn't matter... he's already dead." His voice was hollow and flat and almost robotic in its lack of inflection. Yet another lie he'd suckered himself into believing. And, in a way, it was true - Angelus no longer existed on the same plane, having been forced down and shackled by Angel's soul. His sire was buried so deep under that mound of Irish Catholic guilt that there was no unearthing him. Not now.
But still, even after the gypsies had cursed him, there had been times when he would look into those dark brown eyes and a chill would course through him. He could practically see Angelus, seething at him, crouched just behind those deeply expressive eyes. Knew the bastard was lying in wait just beyond the borders of that soul. Steeled and more than ready for the moment of perfect happiness that would unleash him again.
Even decades after his sire had been cursed, Spike could never bring himself to look Angel directly in the eyes. The memories of the sadistic, gore-streaked nightmare that inhabited that dead human body prevented him from ever trusting Angel. Prevented him from ever getting to know him or understanding what anyone else saw in Angel that was supposedly so worth saving.
Riley held onto Spike and debated rolling over onto his side but decided this position was probably still best. It allowed his lover freedom if he needed to bolt but still afforded quite a bit of intimate contact. Contact that they both needed. He placed one hand on the vampire's silent chest, holding it there until Spike opened his eyes.
Once that dark blue gaze was trained on him, Riley took one of Spike's hands in his free hand and laid it over his own heart. "Will, I never meant to hurt you. I just thought... When you talk like that it turns me on. Wanted to do the same for you." Spike made a small movement as though he was trying to escape that sure and steady touch, but Riley held him there with a shake of his head. "I love you, Will. As long as this heart beats, I will protect you. No one will hurt you ever again."
Eyes impossibly bright with unshed tears, Spike lifted his hand and cupped Riley's cheek, pressing his forehead to Riley's. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me or scare me. I know. And it wasn't you... you didn't do anything." Spike's eyes narrowed, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, as he swallowed around the knot in his throat.
"But it's like those Pavlov's dogs, y'know? I hear that sound... and, oh, Christ, but you sound so much like..." he bit his lip, refusing to let even the name pass his lips. "You sounded so much like him. It was just... like instinct. I know you didn't mean it." The tears rolled down his cheeks, then as he smoothed his hand over Riley's kind, concerned face.
Such compassion, such caring, more than he deserved. Angelus had left him dirty and broken and used up. Certainly not worth this man's devotion. Not that he was going to give him up, but Spike knew he didn't deserve him, didn't deserve this. "I'm just fucked in the head... that's all."
Riley wiped away those tears with gentle fingers, giving a soft but heartfelt apology. "I'm sorry I reminded you of him. Trust me, there's a voice that does the same thing to me. Whenever I hear tapes of it, I end up wanting to puke my guts out. Does a real number on me."
Maggie Walsh. The sound of Maggie Walsh's voice raised such an atavistic horror within him. The few times he'd run across tapes of her lectures it always sent him into a tailspin. Riley trusted her, trusted her with his career, trusted her with his mind and apparently with his body. It still kept him up nights, wondering exactly what else she might have done to him when she put the chip in his chest.
What other little time bombs were ticking away in his body... just waiting for the right trigger...?
When he found out about the cameras in his room at Lowell House, found the tape she'd made of his first night with Buffy -- that disturbed him more than anything about his former mentor. She'd been a sick, sick woman and he was well rid of her. But every once in awhile he would hear her in his head, hear 'Be a good boy, Riley' or 'Make me proud' and he was right back in that nightmare.
Back on the drugs, back in the Initiative, back doing what turned his stomach now. Experimenting on creatures that were easily as intelligent as him, watching their reactions to various stimuli and joking with Graham or Forest about what made demons tick.
Bile rose in his throat and Riley swallowed hard, driving it back down into the hell of his memories. Into the morass of guilt that he would carry around for the rest of his life. What made demons tick were the same things that what made humans tick.
Emotions.
Love. Loyalty. Devotion. Hatred.
All of which he'd seen this vampire, above all others, exhibit on almost a daily basis. What the Initiative had done was wrong; they'd relied too much on science, relied on the idea that the creatures they dealt with were nothing but animals.
They'd done all their tests and measurements and experiments, in the name of Science, for the sake of all humanity - and he'd had a hand in helping them do those things -- but, ultimately, all they'd left in their wake was devastation.
Just as much as Spike's rapist had left him broken, so had Riley. The only thing he could do to make this better was exactly this. To stay with him, to care for him and about him... to love him.
And hope that it would be enough.
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Spike nodded silently, his tears finally seemed to have subsided, at least for the moment. "Y'know..." he began, voice hoarse and hushed, "All the men I fucked after him... and really, there weren't a great many... All the men I fucked, I always told them 'Be quiet. Shut your mouth, don't say a word. Don't make a sound.' That's the only way I could ever do it and not wind up a snivelling mess, like I am right now."
Shoving his own guilt aside, Riley listened carefully to every word. Their relationship was still so fresh, so new, and so raw... there were bound to be pitfalls like this one. Hopefully none as bad as this one, but there would always be difficulties. Nature of the beast, after all. Riley tried to keep it light, tried to sound soothing, tried to downplay what had just happened while they established more of the rules between them. "So would it be better if I didn't talk? Would that help? I'm just trying to get clear on this, Will." Gently, Riley ruffled his fingers through his lover's tousled blond locks with one hand while the other curled around Spike's shoulder. "I like to talk during sex but if it bothers you, I could try to keep my mouth shut..."
"No, no, no," Spike shook his head emphatically, lifting trembling fingers and trailing them lightly over Riley's kiss-swollen lips. Needing to touch that kind mouth and not find cruelty there. "It's not the talking, it's just... he... he never *talked*... He snarled and growled... And his favourite nickname for me -- which was basically him takin' the piss more than anything else, if you knew how little he really did care for me -- was *'lover'*."
"Harsh. He sounds like one cold bastard... Okay, so scratch that term from my vocabulary. Give me an endearment you can live with and I'll use it." Riley kissed those fingers tenderly. His tongue flickered over them as he tried to bring things back to a level they both understood.
He wanted to see the teasing glint in those midnight dark eyes, to see the renewed flare of desire. Their relationship was still so new that sex was still the most comfortable thing between them and now, even that was a shaky proposition.
"Anything but that," Spike's eyes were filled with remorse, pain and fear that he'd blown it all to hell. Yet somehow, he managed to interject levity into an otherwise dire situation with a wry twist of his lips and an equally dry comment, "Hell, Harm called me 'Blondie Bear' and her 'platinum baby'... can't get much bloody worse than that."
"Blondie Bear? And you put up with that?" Riley tried to bite back a laugh but the strain in his voice betrayed him. That and the smile that kept trying to creep across his face. He couldn't help it; he knew her history far too well from not only Buffy but the rest of the Scooby Core. Harmony Kendall was a joke; she always had been. And Spike had slept with her... which didn't say much for his taste in women.
"You'd be surprised what a body can put up with, if they're lonesome enough," Spike said softly, a rueful smile playing at the corners of his mouth. At least Harm had been pretty; empty between the ears, but pretty. And if you could find something to stuff in her mouth to keep her quiet, she was halfway decent shag.
"Yeah, I'm getting that. Know that tune in four-part h-harmony..." No longer able to resist, Riley laughed, his shoulders shaking with barely contained humour. That laughter was contagious; it broke the rime of ice that had formed between two of them, bringing each out of their own inner hells.
Despite himself, Spike found a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and a few huffs of laughter escaped from him as well. More from seeing his lover laughing than anything else.
"H-harmony. God. Hope I'm better in bed than she was." Riley wiped tears out of his eyes as he flopped back on the bed. He grinned up at Spike, pleased to see his lover had relaxed enough to smile.
Spike folded his arms over Riley's chest, looking down at him. "Well, I certainly didn't shack up with her for her brains. But, if I had to compare..." the vampire tilted his head to one side, as if doing just that, silently comparing Riley's prowess to Harm's in his head. A warm smile curled his lips as he brushed fine, sandy hair off of Riley's forehead. "No contest."
"Good. Had me worried for a second." Riley pulled Spike down for a lingering kiss, close-mouthed but still warm and tender. Searching more than taking and giving comfort as best he could. "How about I call you... pet, was it? I liked it when you called me that."
A dark eyebrow slowly arched, as if considering this suggestion, but after a moment, Spike shook his head. "Nah... Doesn't sound right. Don't have the right accent for it, do you..." he leaned down and rubbed his nose against Riley's, white teeth glinting, "pet?"
**Oh yeah... Hard again... All it takes is a touch and I'm good to go. ** Riley nodded in agreement, "It does sound better when you say it. How about we just stick with Will? I'll call you Spike when we're out and about but here, in our bed, I'll call you Will..."
"That'll do quite nicely," Spike grinned at him. Easy, being with his lad was so easy. Perched mostly atop his broad chest, feeling him rise to the occasion with nothing more than a touch, or a word, or a smile -- well, it was the most natural thing in the world. No wonder he was so gone for him. Just being with Riley made him feel like the luckiest vamp in all creation.
Sensing their latest crisis was over, Riley ran one hand down Spike's back, letting it come to rest right above the curve of his ass. That sensual motion elicited a tiny shiver and a hint of a moan from Spike as Riley whispered, "So where were we?"
"I think..." he began thoughtfully, leaning down a fraction of a centimetre at a time with each word he spoke, "... we left off... right about..." Spike's lips hovered just over Riley's, barely brushing. "Here."
The tiniest shift, an upward tilt of his chin and Riley's mouth found Spike's again. This time though, the tip of a warm tongue brushed over cool lips, requesting entrance and receiving it. Warm hands in blond curls, warm chest against a cool one, golden life mixing with ashen death in their on-going, ever-changing dance.
Spike canted his head to one side, lips slanting over Riley's. He carefully deepened the kiss as he bent his left leg at the knee then shifted his weight until he was once more fully astride the boy. His burgeoning erection brushed against Riley's lower abdomen and the searing heat drew a soft, sharp gasp from him. That warm, kiss-bruised mouth opened like a flower underneath Spike's, drawing him in. Riley started a little at his lover's gasp but did not break the connection between them. Instead, he arched upward, pressing that hard cool shaft between their bodies and rubbing his own against one pale thigh.
With the softest moan, Spike's tongue brushed against Riley's lips before darting past them, into the warm, welcoming recesses of Riley's mouth. With a hand still threaded ever so lightly with tremors, Spike reached back and grasped Riley's cock, only partially surprised to find it harder than before. Raising his hips up slightly, Spike positioned the head in the right spot and slowly pressed down, effectively sheathing Riley inside him.
Shuddering in utter delight as he was once again welcomed into that tight, cool channel, Riley moaned into their kiss. One hand dropped down to grab the sheet below him in an effort to keep his hips still while the other remained in the soft blond hair which curled up and over his fingers. It was amazingly soft, which was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Spike was all planes and angles on the outside, with a personality made of sharp edges.
But once that facade was breached, there was such a wealth of deep emotion lurking beneath. Riley could spend years studying this vampire and wonder if he ever really knew him at all. For under each layer, was yet another wonderfully complex twist, another part of the mystery that was Spike.
That was his Will.
Spike reached down and slowly pried Riley's fingers loose from the satin sheets. He carefully uncurled those tensed fingers and lifted that hand, placed it on his hip. Another light, almost chaste kiss, followed by a surprisingly thorough one that brimmed with yearning. As Spike adjusted to the feelings of being stretched and filled so completely, he purred softly against Riley's lips. His hips shifted slightly, cock rubbing against Riley's stomach.
That broad hand spread out over Spike's hip, subtly directing their movements as Riley lost himself in yet another kiss. He wanted to watch as his lover unravelled above him, but for now, the kiss was enough. Combined with the slow rolling of Spike's hips and his own tentative thrusts, it was exquisite torture. So slow, so gentle and, God, just what they both needed.
Breaking the kiss almost regretfully, Spike pressed his forehead against Riley's. Filling his lungs with unneeded air, he gathered his courage and banished the spectre of his sire to the hell where it belonged. Spike rocked his hips down in the first proper thrust, silencing his whimper of both hunger and gratitude by pressing his lips to Riley's forehead.
"Oh yeah. That feels so good, Will." Riley's other hand left his lover's hair, coming to rest on the opposite hip. Bronzed fingers left faint marks on pale flash as he held Spike in place, thrusting harder, going deeper with every successive movement. The muffled mewling sound that rose from Spike and the way his slender fingers clenched the pillow beneath Riley's head said more than any words could ever express.
With each thrust, Spike let out a soft moan, each one cut short as the following thrust inspired another moan and another. Gripping Riley's hips tightly with his knees, Spike slowly ground his own down to meet Riley's deep upward thrusts, resulting in loud cries from the both of them. Perfect. Brilliant. Just this side of heaven...
Spike's tongue traced and lapped at Riley's lower lip as that warm cock pumped deeply into him. With every stroke, the head of it grazed the tiny spot that sent sparks shooting off behind his eyes. "Ohhh, Riley..." he murmured, pausing only to draw the boy's lip between both of his, nipping at it with his teeth, "love you... love you..."
"Will... *My* Will... love you..." Riley's eyes slowly opened and focused on the ecstatic face hovering so close to his own. He silently marvelled at just how beautiful this unearthly creature was in the throes of passion. With one hand, he kept Spike in place, continuing to thrust in a staccato pattern that mirrored his own elevated heartbeat while the other hand trailed along a pale hip, palm flush to the skin.
When Riley reached his ultimate goal, he felt Spike stiffen in response. A wordless cry erupting from him as blessedly warm fingers enclosed his cock. They stroked in time to each inward thrust, Riley's momentum forced Spike even further into his tight grip.
Giving in to overwhelming pleasure, Spike let himself sink down until he lay fully on top of Riley. His arms encircling Riley's head, his hands smoothing through corn silk fine hair. His lad's cock pistoned into him, smooth and steady, moving with consummate grace. The constant friction and glide of that warm shaft pumping into him caused every inch of his skin to tingle.
The vampire's back arched and he let out a startled groan as Riley's hand brushed over the very small of his back. That tiny spot was easily one of the most sensitive places on Spike's entire body. Parting his lips wide, Spike fastened his mouth onto Riley's. To muffle his cries, he suckled hungrily on his lover's sweetly bruised lips, tongue sneaking in to twine with the boy's.
Noting that startled sound, Riley brushed his hand down Spike's back again and was rewarded by another groan of delight. He opened his mouth to Spike, his tongue following the pattern of each of his deep thrusts. The pleasure was building in him again, growing rapidly from a long, slow burn to the point of a roaring blaze before their mouths parted once more.
His other hand was barely moving, just letting each upward thrust drive Spike further into his fist. Riley knew he wasn't that far away from coming again and he wanted Spike to join him this time. Didn't want him left out in the cold.
Not again.
Spike's body was riddled with shudders, now, as Riley's cock continued driving into him at a relentlessly steady pace. His thrusts were so deep, so hard, now, that it felt almost as though Riley was trying to buck Spike off of him. Burying his face in the crook of Riley's shoulder, he moaned softly before capturing Riley's earlobe in his mouth. Trying to distract himself from his own rising tension, Spike laved at it with his tongue, rasping slowly at the sensitive flesh.
Releasing his earlobe, Spike drew a wet, glistening line down the side of Riley's throat. He nipped at the boy's collarbone, and then bowed his head to latch onto a nipple and urge it into a nubbly, diamond hard peak. With teeth still human and blunt, Spike tugged and teased that tiny bit of flesh, sending heavy thrills of pleasant pain through Riley's ever-tensing body.
"*Please...oh god...please, baby, please*...." Bright hazel eyes drifted closed as Riley arched up into that touch, closing his eyes to the visual memory forever branded on skin. For Spike's lips had brushed over a scar, a deep mark he wore as a badge of honour. To get that mark, he'd cut a government chip out of his chest with a bit of broken glass. It had left an ugly scar, one that no amount of plastic surgery could hide.
Of course his lover had a chip as well, although his exerted a much more subtle control. Riley's had held him paralyzed, utterly helpless while he watched a demon that wore his best friend's face first taunt him and then try to kill his girl. It had been only through sheer force of will he'd been able to pry his hand loose from the chair and take the necessary action to free the rest of his body. And help save the world.
Spike's was different, more sophisticated. As long as his dance partners were willing, there was no pain and Spike could do whatever he wanted. But should a stray thought about blood or death come along, the vampire would be driven to his knees by the blinding pain in his head... Fair game for anyone or anything that came along.
Riley felt more than a little guilty about that chip. It hobbled Spike and made him a laughing stock in the demonic community. That is, until he figured out the chip's protection was limited solely to humans. It didn't keep him from fighting demons. So Spike did just that, killing demons and vampires with the same wild abandon that he'd approached his earlier unlife.
But without the chip...without it they would've remained mortal enemies and Riley would've eventually dusted Spike. Would've scattered his remains to the four winds without even a modicum of regret. And missed all of this. Through clenched teeth, Riley murmured, not realizing he was speaking aloud, "Thank you Maggie. Thank you so very much."
Spike's brows furrowed slightly in confusion at those throaty utterances, but it seemed as though Riley wasn't aware he was even talking at all. Releasing the coppery nipple, Spike lifted his head and flicked his tongue over the padlock closure of Riley's chain, tugging lightly on it. With infinite care, he dipped his tongue into the sweet little hollow at the base of the boy's throat.
Where he tasted sweat and sex and love and need...
And it was all for Spike and because of him.
"Oh, fuck... baby, 'm so close," he murmured as he dragged his tongue up Riley's throat. Up from that tempting hollow at the base. Up under his jaw. Over the proud, strong chin and back up to those same wet, sinful lips. To the mouth where he could spend the rest of eternity.
"Tell me what you need, Will... I'll give you anything you need..." A strong hand raked over the small of his back, causing Spike to shudder again, violently. Those marvellous eyes opened slowly, coming into focus while those lean hips just kept moving. Driving both of them toward madness.
Riley rode the fine edge of fulfilment, sweat beading on his forehead and running down into his hairline. It wouldn't take that much for him now, maybe nothing more than a tight squeeze of the deliriously cool channel his cock was expanding in. Growing impossibly hard as that all too familiar burn started to spread from the very centre of his being.
Knowing what he needed, precisely what he needed, Spike leaned in and pressed his cheek to Riley's. His hips continued to pump and grind as he gently nudged Riley's head to one side, baring the inviting stretch of throat to his fangs.
"I'll only take a little this time - promise..." Spike whispered into Riley's ear, by way of a request as his lips drifted down to those tender puncture marks. Once there, he pressed a feathery light kiss between them. And waited for permission.
"Yes... oh God... *Yes!*" Riley's neck arched, head flung back, fully exposing himself to the bite. As sharp fangs pierced his flesh, he cried out in a mix of both dark ecstasy and shining agony. His whole body convulsed in climactic bliss as the exquisite sting and the burn that followed it sent him spiralling further and further away from even a semblance of sanity.
With just the barest grazing of his fangs, the healing wounds were reopened once again. Blood quickly filled the punctures - the delicate skin aggravated at not being left alone and given enough time to heal properly. Fastening his mouth down onto the wounds, Spike drew deeply but gently. The warm flow of blood, the rich flavour of this darling boy who loved him, blossomed on his tongue. Lapping at the wound carefully as the blood continued to dribble forth, Spike's lips were soon smeared with it.
Riley could feel the pulsing of the blood in his throat as it flowed into Spike's hungry mouth. That pulsing was matched in his cock as he filled his lover with a warm, rich flood of semen. Vaguely, Riley wondered if Spike could taste it in his blood, if the pleasure he felt could be conveyed through that intimate connection.
Raising one shaking hand, Riley threaded it through Spike's hair, drawing him away from the tiny wound. A deep breath and a quiet whisper, while his eyes focused on his lover's ruby-red lips. "Can you taste it when I come, Will? Do I taste different?"
"Yeah," Spike nodded, tongue sneaking into the corner of his mouth, licking away a tiny bit of the blood staining his lips. He didn't want to waste even a single drop. "It's strong... earthy, kinda. Spicy... like cloves... it's strongest just when you start to come and then it kinda just fades out again."
"Share it with me... Please? Let me taste... Kiss me, Will..." The plea was so soft no one other than a vampire could have heard it. Riley's hand moved on his lover's still hard cock. Oddly enough the bite had not done it for him, not like it always had in the past. It was as if Spike needed something beyond that... Something more.
Maybe what his lover needed was the knowledge of his full acceptance. Asking for that kiss, a kiss tainted with his blood; maybe that would fulfil the unspoken need.
Spike met Riley's eyes hesitantly, finding nothing but love, gentle reassurance and trust in their sparkling hazel depths. Nodding almost imperceptibly, Spike bent his head and drew barely a thimbleful of blood from the wounds. He held it in his mouth for a moment, letting it warm him, as he lifted his head and leaned in, pursed lips nuzzling Riley's.
With a sigh, Riley opened his mouth, accepting his lover and all his needs in this one moment. As his own blood trickled into his mouth, the coppery taste filling his senses, he fully gave himself over to the beast. Nothing would come between them again...
*Nothing*.
And Spike was right; there was a slightly different taste to his blood this time. Before, when he'd encountered it on Spike's lips Riley had hurried past all its implications. Shouldered it aside in his need to assuage his own very human desires. But now he was trying to understand the vampire's needs, trying to put himself in Spike's shoes. And in doing so, Riley finally realized what love meant to Spike. What his love meant to Spike. The search for love had consumed him. William, the man he'd been before being turned, had sought it every day of his mortal life, only to fail... He'd had it with Drusilla, the two of them loved one another to the point of distraction, but after a century or more, cold blood and cold kisses were no longer enough. Spike craved warmth; he craved a sense of belonging... That's why he tolerated the Scooby Gang, why he let Buffy beat him to a bloody pulp more often than not.
Because every barbed comment meant they at least thought about him. Every bruise that blossomed on his undead flesh meant that someone cared enough, even though it was done out of loathing and hatred... that they cared enough to touch him... He would do anything, give up every secret, say anything just to have someone warm touch him.
That was all going to change, as of this moment. Running one warm hand down his lover's cool back while the other hand still kept up a lazy rhythm on Spike's cock, Riley moved just enough so he could look up at Spike. Glazed blue eyes met warm hazel ones, their blue-green depths filled with a shining light as Riley murmured, "I love you, Will."
"Ahh!" Spike loosed a soft, strained cry as his long-delayed orgasm ploughed into him, thanks to those gentle hands and sure, earnest words. Mouth dropping open as he thrust his cock into Riley's hand, spending helplessly over that hand and onto his stomach. Smiling Riley captured Spike's lower lip and drew it into his mouth, deftly nibbling and licking away all traces of his own blood.
As Spike gradually began to calm, his lips closed on Riley's. The two of them shared another deep, rich kiss, passing the taste of Riley's blood back and forth between them. **I now pronounce us Master and Mate...** Spike thought wistfully, chasing the thought with a dry mental chuckle.
He was one seriously whipped vampire... And the funniest thing of all was he didn't give a single, solitary, bloody damn. This was what he wanted and where he wanted to be. Entangled in his lover's warm arms, surrounded by his large body. Held safe, held warm and held with more love than he'd had in his entire existence.
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As the world passed by their windows, they kissed and touched and kissed some more. Soft words were exchanged, promises made. Silver chains gleamed in candlelight, physical symbols of something forever intangible. A bond that was growing every moment they spent together, entwining their hearts, their minds and their destinies.
On the surface they were nothing but two lovers now lost in one another. But the world ran deeper that that. *They* were more that that, more than just the epithets that others could throw at them: the vampire and his lover -- demon and human -- hell and heaven -- blasphemy and benediction.
So much more than that...
One day they would make the very heavens tremble.
To Be Continued....